When that goofy owl appeared next to her window four-poster bed, she jumped up and snatched it right out of the poor bird's beak. Excitement pumped through her veins, she ripped open the cream colored envelope and grasped the letter in her hand, she pressed it to her heart.
She thought about how boring she thought moving England was going to be. ' Je manquerai tous mes amis et n'ai pas d'amusement.' I will miss all my friends and have no fun. She had told her parents that. They'd only stared as if she'd gotten warts, and dismissed her worries. Leaving Beaxubatons was the hardest thing that Aine thought she'd have to do. Now, her entire view of England and Hogwarts altered. With the letter still pressed to her heart, she waited, the anticipation almost blinding her. She waited until she knew everyone was sleeping, told the bird to stay and then crept into the common room.
Aine didn't really like the décor of green and black chairs. There were silver drapes everywhere, and it just looked so dismal and monotonous. The dying fire made the room look even gloomier, and with out windows, or any sort of sunlight, well, it was no wonder that these Slytherins were so pale. She didn't begin to fathom why the sorting hat placed her here. She, personally, preferred the Ravenclaw's colors, Blue and Silver.
Oh Well, shaking her head, she walked over to one of the overstuffed chair, and curled her feet under her. She took a deep breath and opened the letter. She read silently to herself.
Her mouth eased into a smile, and her eyes glistened. It was beautiful, and her heart fluttered.
'Il est le l'un.' He is the one. She murmered. 'He is the one and only for me. He is so sweet and kind. I have found him at last!
With a twist of her wand, she had parchment, quill and ink in front of her. Grabbing the articles out of the air, she got off the chair and kneeled down at the black coffee table in front of her. She decided she was going to write one back to him.
She'd read of these things in fairy tales. Romantic men ensnaring a woman through intimately detailed love letters. Then the women would swoon over the words written on paper in hopes of meeting their imaginary lover. Never had she though it actually happened in real life. (And certainly not to her).
Kneeling on the floor and dipping the quill in the metallic green ink, she started to write, letting her romantic side flow, this is what she wrote:
Dear My Sweet Admirer,
Long have I wished for the words that have been written by your hand. Without seeing your face, I find myself melting under your kind words. Tell me about yourself so that I may somehow identify you. I fear that I may have fallen in love with your poetic expressions and I haven't even glanced upon your face, or look into your eyes.
Ever since your first letter I have looked around wondering if I have looked at your, bumped your shoulder or worse! Have I teased you? I assure you, I did only because of my friends. Moving here, I was afraid I'd be alone and they accepted me. Please, understand, I did not mean to harm. Watch me blabber now; I'll end this now as to not bore you. Good Night my Sweet Prince, forever Princess needs a handsome Prince.
Sincerely, Your Aine
She folded it up but forgot to envelope it, she dashed upstairs, and tired the note to the owls leg. She send the owl out the window, and quietly returned to bed with a smile upon her face.
'Les Rêves doux mon honneur Doux' Sweet Dreams my Sweet Prince.
Hermione couldn't sleep, she slept for little intervals of half hours. Her bed sheets had come off the mattress and had several rude comments to stop moving around, so she'd ended up going to the common room to sit by the fire.
Draco was everywhere. His image was embedded in everything she did. She kept replaying the night before in her head, like a broken record. Again and Again and Again… The kind endearments rang in her ears, driving her absolutely bonkers. Grabbing fists of her hair in her hands, she muttered.
'Get out…Oh God Draco, please get out, out, out.' She kept shaking her head and let her hands fall. 'If I keep this up, I'm going to go insane completely.' She groaned and rubbed her tired eyes. Her heart said to go to him, but her mind said no, and she nearly always listened to her head.
Sighing, fighting to hold back the tears that threatened to crash down and flood her face. 'Don't cry, he's not worth it.' Love hurt, she didn't want to be in love anymore, how did I get myself into this mess, Hermione? Trying to find an excuse to think about something else, she glanced at the clock above the fireplace. It read 6:42 a.m. Well breakfast would be out by now; they usually started those at six-thirty on Sundays. Walking up the stairways to the dorm, where she was going to make a schedule for her that day, she decided after breakfast, she'd work on her much neglected homework. Yawning, she reached the top of the stairs, and waited for the day to arise with the sun.
He sat alone at the Slytherin table; just for show he'd placed dry toast on his plate. He didn't really taste it the process had become routine. Pick up, chew, swallow and repeat. He watched her walk in, saw that quick run through of the Slytherin table, locked eyes with him for a few seconds then disconnected.
Little by little the Great Hall filled with students and Draco only cared about one. She sat there, pour milk into her oatmeal, and didn't eat. They girl next to her, it looked like it was Lavender Brown, tried to engage Hermione in a conversation but it didn't quite pan out. Hermione only nodded and played with her food. From what it looked like, she'd waved good-bye to Lavender, and started for the door.
'Well, here goes nothing.' Draco thought.
He stood up and hurried after her, and by the time he reached her, he really sped up. He smashed right into her shoulder and knocked her into the hard gray stone of the wall.
'Ow! What the—" She glanced up (She'd been looking down at the floor, hoping to go unnoticed.) and stopped dead upon seeing it was Draco who'd bumped her.
'Watch your step, Granger, I'd rather not have to burn these perfectly tailored robes away because your filthy Mudblood skin touched it.' As he finished he saw the pain, but he walked away before she could reply.
It was hard, God it was hard. To walk away from her, he'd promised not to hurt her and here had and on purpose no less. He'd gotten no satisfaction, and he'd lost a chunk of his heart, and the part that was left was the part that kept him walking in the other direction of her.
He'd lost his mother, loved and lost in under two days. Things couldn't get any worse
Or though he thought.
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A/N I know this was shorter than the rest, and I know it's been like four or five days since my last update, things have just been hectic in my home. It's Crazy! Btw, Happy Valentines Day, People! I hope you've all cuddled up with your loved ones, and shared chocolate Strawberries!
